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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6156 | 2018-07-11 14:59:44 | 88.49 | 96% |
| 5646 | 2018-07-03 12:15:11 | 87.23 | 96% |
| 2377 | 2018-04-29 06:27:01 | 77.27 | 97% |