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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3193 | 2022-03-27 21:10:19 | 97.31 | 99% |
| 1792 | 2021-10-23 18:28:02 | 90.13 | 97% |
| 1489 | 2021-09-19 18:50:09 | 79.75 | 97% |