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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2948 | 2021-12-10 14:55:44 | 58.53 | 93% |
| 1820 | 2021-06-01 01:04:59 | 54.03 | 95% |
| 1328 | 2021-05-02 17:02:26 | 53.07 | 95% |
| 56 | 2021-01-09 04:16:59 | 27.41 | 93% |