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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14175 | 2021-04-30 19:29:15 | 102.18 | 97% |
| 10687 | 2021-03-10 20:54:51 | 89.42 | 96% |
| 9102 | 2021-01-29 08:45:19 | 81.32 | 96.2% |
| 6948 | 2020-12-20 12:17:46 | 68.43 | 94% |