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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6856 | 2023-11-26 12:17:07 | 100.68 | 96.9% |
| 4087 | 2021-06-10 18:44:05 | 93.73 | 97% |
| 166 | 2020-12-17 16:46:24 | 38.66 | 94% |