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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8485 | 2020-08-20 03:26:23 | 119.99 | 98% |
| 7912 | 2020-08-11 19:22:11 | 116.79 | 98% |
| 6206 | 2020-07-24 17:26:27 | 99.60 | 96% |