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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5294 | 2021-02-14 16:12:34 | 65.53 | 95.8% |
| 4059 | 2021-01-22 20:51:58 | 65.38 | 96% |
| 3529 | 2021-01-19 16:54:39 | 75.62 | 98% |
| 3025 | 2021-01-15 22:39:55 | 64.87 | 96% |