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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3703 | 2021-01-20 22:37:50 | 52.65 | 95% |
| 2627 | 2020-09-21 18:18:16 | 57.54 | 95% |
| 1816 | 2020-07-19 16:14:10 | 46.53 | 94% |