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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 19511 | 2022-03-12 23:12:51 | 102.32 | 98% |
| 18870 | 2022-01-17 09:32:15 | 98.82 | 98% |
| 7675 | 2020-08-26 09:02:55 | 100.93 | 98% |
| 2935 | 2020-06-16 16:01:57 | 94.65 | 96% |