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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4575 | 2023-07-26 15:48:50 | 78.01 | 95% |
| 3092 | 2023-06-13 06:45:42 | 78.89 | 95% |
| 1510 | 2023-05-24 08:08:50 | 70.03 | 93% |
| 711 | 2023-05-11 11:06:39 | 58.46 | 94% |