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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11489 | 2021-09-13 16:38:51 | 82.10 | 98% |
| 9479 | 2021-04-20 15:06:11 | 83.80 | 98% |
| 9315 | 2021-04-15 16:09:54 | 79.49 | 97% |
| 7985 | 2021-02-03 15:48:14 | 77.90 | 97.3% |