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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6129 | 2020-12-07 04:28:00 | 47.13 | 98% |
| 2521 | 2020-03-27 10:21:53 | 38.62 | 97% |
| 787 | 2020-02-13 06:41:18 | 35.22 | 95% |