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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5380 | 2024-04-03 09:08:37 | 74.68 | 96.6% |
| 2860 | 2020-01-23 16:29:21 | 62.72 | 96% |
| 357 | 2017-02-23 14:41:03 | 42.93 | 93% |