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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8181 | 2022-07-12 20:35:22 | 67.62 | 95% |
| 7374 | 2022-06-04 10:42:47 | 65.62 | 94% |
| 6012 | 2022-04-02 08:15:38 | 62.51 | 94% |
| 5023 | 2022-02-19 18:47:47 | 77.84 | 96% |