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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2719 | 2022-11-25 10:45:51 | 51.39 | 95% |
| 1768 | 2022-11-07 14:09:32 | 45.50 | 96% |
| 1723 | 2022-11-07 10:50:41 | 55.27 | 98% |
| 978 | 2022-10-29 16:26:22 | 42.69 | 96% |
| 806 | 2022-10-28 13:48:44 | 40.68 | 93% |