I mind how once we lay such a transparent summer morning, how you settled your head athwart my hips and gently turn'd over upon me, and parted the shirt from my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue to my bare-stript heart, and reach'd till you felt my beard, and reach'd till you held my feet.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11916 | 2023-11-27 16:02:30 | 123.62 | 99.3% |
| 8047 | 2019-07-01 15:20:39 | 114.75 | 98% |
| 5469 | 2019-02-05 15:06:56 | 110.54 | 97% |
| 4799 | 2019-01-09 13:12:54 | 114.26 | 99% |