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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5718 | 2021-12-15 19:17:57 | 66.86 | 97% |
| 3152 | 2020-10-08 15:53:47 | 70.76 | 96% |
| 2570 | 2020-07-24 09:19:43 | 55.51 | 95% |