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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6586 | 2024-08-06 08:44:57 | 83.90 | 95.3% |
| 3877 | 2022-08-24 12:38:27 | 96.04 | 98% |
| 3832 | 2022-08-15 07:22:06 | 87.30 | 96% |
| 3593 | 2022-07-18 17:13:31 | 88.73 | 97% |