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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9549 | 2021-04-02 20:26:28 | 83.07 | 97% |
| 8772 | 2021-02-21 13:58:57 | 72.31 | 94.8% |
| 7742 | 2021-01-16 13:10:50 | 75.56 | 96% |