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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1760 | 2022-08-11 16:03:46 | 74.78 | 97% |
| 1245 | 2022-05-23 16:23:03 | 75.55 | 98% |
| 738 | 2022-02-17 15:12:48 | 81.39 | 99% |
| 163 | 2021-02-04 13:57:40 | 68.60 | 96.9% |
| 7 | 2020-10-27 15:14:05 | 62.86 | 97% |