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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1184 | 2021-07-22 14:28:12 | 102.69 | 98% |
| 1079 | 2021-07-15 00:08:29 | 102.38 | 96% |
| 428 | 2020-07-26 16:34:06 | 98.40 | 96% |
| 202 | 2019-09-07 19:40:12 | 88.73 | 97% |