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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7556 | 2018-03-21 05:44:01 | 110.43 | 98% |
| 1713 | 2017-06-22 00:59:23 | 95.91 | 98% |
| 1255 | 2017-06-04 14:23:13 | 99.64 | 98% |