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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16359 | 2023-10-31 20:02:20 | 157.84 | 97.9% |
| 11111 | 2020-04-15 10:37:50 | 130.95 | 98% |
| 7228 | 2020-01-08 16:28:06 | 121.12 | 96% |