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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2303 | 2022-03-09 19:40:26 | 77.01 | 97% |
| 2122 | 2022-03-04 14:09:06 | 67.77 | 97% |
| 1424 | 2022-02-14 10:38:32 | 85.83 | 99% |