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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1714 | 2020-03-16 23:17:53 | 83.64 | 97% |
| 1485 | 2020-03-06 21:44:29 | 97.36 | 97% |
| 413 | 2020-01-14 22:37:40 | 88.12 | 98% |