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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8571 | 2021-03-09 12:37:43 | 90.95 | 97% |
| 5016 | 2020-07-02 17:51:50 | 81.32 | 95% |
| 3130 | 2020-06-10 21:18:14 | 62.21 | 93% |