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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4387 | 2021-02-21 13:58:57 | 73.14 | 96.3% |
| 2403 | 2020-11-26 13:58:04 | 72.59 | 96% |
| 374 | 2020-03-17 19:17:05 | 56.47 | 94% |