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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6049 | 2020-04-22 17:12:22 | 84.89 | 97% |
| 3172 | 2020-03-22 20:52:16 | 71.46 | 97% |
| 810 | 2020-02-05 00:59:27 | 69.80 | 96% |