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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1422 | 2023-08-21 20:21:27 | 76.13 | 97% |
| 593 | 2022-09-22 23:10:35 | 69.71 | 96% |
| 560 | 2022-09-21 22:10:19 | 71.60 | 95% |
| 455 | 2022-09-18 17:23:59 | 65.26 | 95% |