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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8935 | 2024-03-17 03:25:15 | 99.37 | 97.9% |
| 8676 | 2024-01-24 02:42:49 | 96.79 | 97.2% |
| 7961 | 2023-04-23 13:42:30 | 105.35 | 98% |
| 531 | 2021-02-01 09:53:21 | 56.34 | 96.4% |