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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2008 | 2022-04-17 20:38:15 | 73.77 | 97% |
| 1118 | 2021-11-16 16:18:22 | 60.73 | 95% |
| 158 | 2021-10-17 14:14:53 | 55.35 | 95% |