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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3731 | 2022-04-30 20:19:18 | 74.49 | 98% |
| 3190 | 2021-05-27 22:16:32 | 73.30 | 99% |
| 881 | 2017-06-01 16:57:10 | 64.98 | 91% |