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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5404 | 2023-03-01 05:50:52 | 77.45 | 95% |
| 4753 | 2023-01-15 06:16:00 | 79.28 | 96% |
| 946 | 2021-03-11 19:43:46 | 68.86 | 95% |