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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9473 | 2022-01-23 15:26:11 | 97.35 | 96% |
| 6046 | 2020-09-07 04:47:01 | 91.71 | 97% |
| 5430 | 2017-04-01 05:25:41 | 95.48 | 95% |