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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 20956 | 2024-01-20 04:40:51 | 112.56 | 98% |
| 19200 | 2020-05-22 05:18:05 | 101.73 | 97% |
| 18639 | 2019-12-10 12:34:04 | 98.48 | 97% |