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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8794 | 2020-09-22 23:59:52 | 115.77 | 98% |
| 7052 | 2020-08-15 05:05:05 | 118.82 | 99% |
| 1569 | 2020-06-05 19:07:09 | 102.04 | 98% |