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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3793 | 2021-09-17 07:53:35 | 73.66 | 99% |
| 3052 | 2021-09-05 05:34:47 | 68.51 | 98% |
| 2669 | 2021-08-30 13:46:00 | 50.08 | 97% |