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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6642 | 2023-04-29 12:47:12 | 89.69 | 96% |
| 6485 | 2023-04-26 03:21:11 | 99.43 | 97% |
| 4375 | 2021-11-03 13:08:52 | 89.20 | 97% |
| 3303 | 2021-09-24 15:40:58 | 83.62 | 96% |