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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7361 | 2025-04-15 04:27:25 | 126.41 | 97.7% |
| 5966 | 2025-04-01 23:14:37 | 148.74 | 99% |
| 1355 | 2018-10-29 22:24:24 | 126.55 | 98% |