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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2666 | 2021-06-24 04:11:49 | 76.98 | 98% |
| 2122 | 2020-04-26 10:47:29 | 78.87 | 99% |
| 1149 | 2019-08-06 14:01:46 | 71.95 | 98% |