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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5788 | 2018-06-25 22:21:23 | 118.47 | 99% |
| 4291 | 2018-06-02 05:10:34 | 96.88 | 98% |
| 746 | 2017-11-16 04:56:02 | 99.31 | 97% |