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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12670 | 2023-11-08 09:41:00 | 115.26 | 98.7% |
| 11087 | 2021-08-14 19:50:31 | 102.79 | 98% |
| 9661 | 2020-12-29 16:11:48 | 95.76 | 98% |
| 4620 | 2020-05-17 18:01:01 | 86.01 | 97% |