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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6355 | 2021-07-06 17:08:15 | 77.13 | 96% |
| 6064 | 2021-07-03 17:57:27 | 74.12 | 97% |
| 5681 | 2021-06-09 01:04:05 | 72.70 | 95% |
| 1703 | 2020-10-11 13:34:34 | 73.77 | 97% |
| 276 | 2020-08-19 21:44:19 | 66.72 | 95% |