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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3498 | 2023-06-14 12:14:51 | 75.53 | 96.6% |
| 2104 | 2022-02-28 12:59:00 | 49.78 | 95% |
| 751 | 2021-05-06 17:11:57 | 40.37 | 96% |