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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10336 | 2021-09-19 06:34:15 | 82.76 | 97% |
| 7901 | 2021-07-02 13:30:08 | 81.84 | 98% |
| 6968 | 2021-06-02 13:21:12 | 75.59 | 96% |