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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4756 | 2023-11-20 07:15:32 | 102.43 | 97% |
| 4392 | 2023-11-09 07:12:34 | 110.91 | 97.9% |
| 3843 | 2023-10-30 14:34:31 | 110.79 | 98.3% |
| 732 | 2022-07-27 08:36:34 | 100.12 | 97% |