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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4722 | 2023-04-25 10:44:35 | 87.04 | 96% |
| 4043 | 2023-04-19 11:13:13 | 73.25 | 95% |
| 1572 | 2019-04-30 08:07:04 | 74.10 | 97% |
| 515 | 2018-03-30 11:20:17 | 66.73 | 96% |