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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1616 | 2019-08-24 18:31:33 | 79.08 | 94% |
| 1490 | 2019-08-24 08:41:45 | 91.88 | 97% |
| 270 | 2019-07-10 15:12:20 | 83.52 | 95% |