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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6728 | 2021-04-11 01:42:14 | 93.35 | 98% |
| 4664 | 2021-01-13 01:30:41 | 93.58 | 97% |
| 3804 | 2021-01-03 21:01:23 | 75.45 | 95% |