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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4126 | 2021-08-23 20:28:52 | 52.33 | 96% |
| 2714 | 2021-02-04 05:48:00 | 44.27 | 94.5% |
| 1223 | 2020-10-11 11:21:46 | 38.44 | 94% |