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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10668 | 2019-11-17 22:39:32 | 103.90 | 97% |
| 4483 | 2018-02-09 17:23:10 | 97.43 | 98% |
| 3461 | 2017-12-30 19:03:58 | 74.11 | 94% |
| 3440 | 2017-12-30 18:27:02 | 85.84 | 96% |