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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3277 | 2022-03-20 22:58:51 | 89.94 | 99% |
| 2729 | 2022-01-28 15:01:38 | 74.45 | 97% |
| 955 | 2021-02-21 16:59:12 | 61.26 | 95.1% |
| 646 | 2021-01-08 14:07:34 | 80.30 | 98% |
| 503 | 2020-12-28 23:34:14 | 75.04 | 98% |