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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1941 | 2023-03-31 06:21:25 | 44.31 | 97% |
| 1690 | 2023-02-27 04:58:47 | 45.65 | 96% |
| 573 | 2022-11-30 02:22:59 | 30.16 | 95% |
| 65 | 2022-09-29 05:02:53 | 35.85 | 97% |