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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7368 | 2025-03-10 07:01:32 | 154.24 | 97.2% |
| 4957 | 2025-02-16 05:13:06 | 179.02 | 98.4% |
| 481 | 2025-01-19 02:48:32 | 166.53 | 99% |