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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5219 | 2023-12-02 03:37:16 | 83.53 | 95.8% |
| 4409 | 2023-11-04 10:36:59 | 84.14 | 95.2% |
| 611 | 2022-05-05 02:44:32 | 58.65 | 95% |