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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3205 | 2022-03-25 01:33:17 | 70.99 | 96% |
| 3136 | 2022-02-21 06:56:41 | 65.61 | 96% |
| 2813 | 2022-01-17 06:10:33 | 72.23 | 96% |