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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3683 | 2021-10-06 16:29:58 | 70.83 | 97% |
| 3655 | 2021-03-29 13:25:09 | 83.46 | 99% |
| 2475 | 2020-04-02 17:32:53 | 70.66 | 97% |