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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3038 | 2023-06-18 00:37:08 | 72.23 | 98% |
| 988 | 2022-06-05 22:49:05 | 64.27 | 98% |
| 509 | 2022-02-03 23:12:58 | 57.56 | 98% |