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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2350 | 2017-09-23 06:40:51 | 60.48 | 97% |
| 1449 | 2017-05-07 09:15:49 | 54.75 | 97% |
| 363 | 2017-02-07 15:49:29 | 34.28 | 96% |