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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3975 | 2022-02-28 00:34:48 | 84.78 | 98% |
| 3484 | 2022-01-08 07:24:03 | 80.77 | 97% |
| 3339 | 2021-12-28 06:48:23 | 78.14 | 97% |