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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 661 | 2021-03-16 11:30:36 | 73.44 | 98% |
| 550 | 2020-02-20 19:45:54 | 67.72 | 99% |
| 38 | 2017-03-07 13:45:06 | 54.89 | 90% |