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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3583 | 2022-12-16 15:09:07 | 93.51 | 98% |
| 1439 | 2021-01-22 20:40:00 | 80.99 | 95% |
| 1224 | 2021-01-17 20:54:39 | 73.15 | 94% |