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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2803 | 2023-06-18 12:41:03 | 70.81 | 95.2% |
| 1795 | 2023-03-01 07:13:49 | 74.13 | 96% |
| 1287 | 2022-10-03 12:47:39 | 65.28 | 95% |