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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15218 | 2021-05-30 14:05:26 | 74.94 | 98% |
| 11829 | 2021-03-11 12:23:23 | 76.28 | 98% |
| 8197 | 2020-10-16 16:15:59 | 62.02 | 96% |