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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4286 | 2023-08-02 04:48:36 | 71.43 | 96% |
| 3860 | 2023-07-18 01:32:50 | 61.56 | 95% |
| 2500 | 2023-06-15 07:16:00 | 62.66 | 94% |
| 1019 | 2023-04-15 04:50:23 | 58.42 | 96% |