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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4883 | 2021-05-03 06:42:37 | 77.20 | 98% |
| 3728 | 2021-03-12 07:20:34 | 68.54 | 96% |
| 884 | 2020-09-30 10:05:58 | 59.72 | 96% |