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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2096 | 2023-05-20 12:41:16 | 110.78 | 98% |
| 1008 | 2020-06-14 06:28:51 | 122.35 | 98% |
| 317 | 2018-08-29 02:22:43 | 90.01 | 96% |