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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7155 | 2022-12-27 10:51:21 | 74.05 | 95% |
| 6663 | 2022-09-27 11:50:48 | 84.22 | 96% |
| 1265 | 2021-04-13 22:41:09 | 54.28 | 94% |