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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3579 | 2021-08-22 19:02:59 | 74.38 | 98% |
| 2263 | 2020-09-08 13:26:13 | 67.92 | 97% |
| 1334 | 2020-06-17 11:09:26 | 68.01 | 98% |