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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2292 | 2022-03-16 18:35:56 | 56.47 | 94% |
| 1311 | 2022-01-14 21:28:48 | 54.23 | 93% |
| 795 | 2021-12-20 14:28:17 | 55.48 | 97% |