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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 912 | 2021-01-22 15:46:20 | 77.25 | 97% |
| 890 | 2021-01-22 06:20:42 | 72.67 | 98% |
| 589 | 2021-01-13 13:45:28 | 67.10 | 96% |