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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10460 | 2025-06-12 02:03:57 | 94.77 | 98% |
| 9757 | 2025-05-27 02:54:39 | 96.02 | 98% |
| 5978 | 2022-05-09 14:16:14 | 82.52 | 97% |