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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6191 | 2022-03-30 20:31:51 | 75.03 | 97% |
| 3702 | 2021-11-11 02:08:52 | 65.28 | 97% |
| 1209 | 2021-08-26 00:15:21 | 58.92 | 98% |