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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3947 | 2022-03-16 03:43:57 | 89.78 | 97% |
| 2302 | 2017-03-30 03:27:42 | 87.52 | 93% |
| 1670 | 2017-02-16 04:37:58 | 79.44 | 96% |