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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2392 | 2022-03-02 17:17:19 | 63.25 | 97% |
| 2082 | 2022-01-10 11:25:44 | 71.95 | 96% |
| 96 | 2018-09-07 14:03:59 | 62.11 | 95% |