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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8444 | 2020-12-11 06:21:09 | 79.90 | 97% |
| 6834 | 2020-10-27 13:40:54 | 72.91 | 96% |
| 6815 | 2020-10-27 13:11:31 | 71.19 | 95% |