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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10051 | 2022-02-18 03:19:49 | 79.33 | 97% |
| 9678 | 2022-02-08 16:45:52 | 81.27 | 98% |
| 1618 | 2021-02-06 19:31:07 | 53.04 | 97% |
| 1138 | 2021-02-04 13:11:16 | 47.04 | 96.7% |