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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2673 | 2021-11-13 05:52:05 | 86.18 | 97% |
| 2288 | 2021-10-22 14:33:54 | 85.32 | 97% |
| 1997 | 2019-05-08 18:07:51 | 98.32 | 98% |