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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4023 | 2023-05-14 12:31:08 | 56.17 | 92% |
| 2301 | 2023-02-15 13:20:55 | 45.65 | 93% |
| 540 | 2022-12-09 12:04:14 | 50.27 | 94% |