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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5573 | 2024-11-27 04:51:00 | 82.83 | 98.7% |
| 1396 | 2022-12-15 04:49:53 | 83.84 | 99% |
| 821 | 2022-09-26 03:49:00 | 71.74 | 98% |