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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4920 | 2021-08-11 10:21:20 | 78.53 | 98% |
| 4708 | 2021-07-14 16:22:55 | 78.05 | 96% |
| 4406 | 2021-06-10 11:23:58 | 72.82 | 96% |
| 2009 | 2021-03-11 09:15:42 | 70.95 | 96% |