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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3212 | 2022-05-18 16:44:41 | 176.30 | 99% |
| 2500 | 2022-01-04 20:06:38 | 177.41 | 99% |
| 1648 | 2021-08-14 21:50:16 | 170.94 | 98% |