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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4055 | 2024-07-17 13:44:02 | 81.36 | 98.4% |
| 902 | 2023-09-29 16:25:31 | 74.63 | 97.9% |
| 568 | 2023-09-05 14:47:31 | 72.66 | 96.9% |