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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5081 | 2023-01-02 09:29:29 | 75.14 | 97% |
| 2202 | 2020-12-31 03:21:40 | 58.71 | 96% |
| 1756 | 2020-12-07 17:27:19 | 59.83 | 95% |
| 425 | 2020-10-04 20:19:25 | 48.78 | 95% |