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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8208 | 2025-07-02 14:00:45 | 130.80 | 98% |
| 4401 | 2022-08-31 16:21:56 | 116.35 | 97% |
| 2147 | 2021-11-17 09:50:11 | 108.34 | 97% |