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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 37262 | 2020-10-19 02:49:01 | 94.01 | 98% |
| 37184 | 2020-10-17 04:36:39 | 81.96 | 97% |
| 34909 | 2018-06-17 05:01:58 | 95.41 | 99% |
| 34019 | 2018-01-29 07:08:18 | 93.87 | 99% |