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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8699 | 2021-07-22 18:06:36 | 81.94 | 96% |
| 7005 | 2021-06-10 22:01:58 | 97.92 | 97% |
| 4457 | 2021-05-03 20:47:00 | 76.82 | 95% |
| 1018 | 2021-03-18 04:37:53 | 78.47 | 96% |