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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5474 | 2023-03-23 20:05:32 | 50.42 | 96% |
| 4196 | 2022-11-10 12:50:15 | 63.56 | 97% |
| 4084 | 2022-11-02 03:05:49 | 62.81 | 98% |
| 3337 | 2022-07-20 09:15:42 | 61.03 | 95% |
| 1662 | 2021-11-14 13:46:02 | 60.70 | 97% |