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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12357 | 2022-05-11 06:19:54 | 59.48 | 97% |
| 10384 | 2020-12-02 01:53:03 | 63.32 | 96% |
| 3188 | 2018-09-11 02:31:22 | 46.05 | 95% |