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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 31838 | 2023-09-24 05:05:01 | 141.14 | 97.6% |
| 19418 | 2022-10-26 18:22:11 | 147.15 | 99% |
| 17409 | 2022-10-24 09:54:59 | 154.85 | 99% |
| 1624 | 2020-07-28 15:10:04 | 127.14 | 98% |