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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3087 | 2022-08-09 06:59:03 | 74.28 | 98% |
| 2474 | 2022-06-10 06:49:27 | 64.63 | 98% |
| 577 | 2022-03-14 13:52:28 | 59.66 | 98% |