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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2111 | 2023-02-26 18:42:05 | 69.06 | 96% |
| 1687 | 2023-02-17 15:23:07 | 58.74 | 94% |
| 155 | 2022-11-17 17:41:21 | 55.62 | 95% |