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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9551 | 2021-11-15 12:59:50 | 87.84 | 98% |
| 9296 | 2021-08-19 11:39:17 | 85.58 | 97% |
| 4996 | 2019-11-07 15:30:25 | 89.67 | 99% |
| 2872 | 2019-02-24 11:49:41 | 72.80 | 96% |