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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13688 | 2023-01-26 19:17:02 | 115.53 | 98% |
| 8967 | 2022-06-27 17:27:05 | 110.29 | 97% |
| 4254 | 2022-01-05 21:47:25 | 108.87 | 98% |
| 2883 | 2021-02-19 02:04:05 | 89.54 | 96.6% |