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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3051 | 2020-02-25 12:21:55 | 69.95 | 98% |
| 1273 | 2020-01-27 10:15:57 | 62.05 | 96% |
| 790 | 2020-01-13 16:19:16 | 55.57 | 97% |