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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1061 | 2019-07-23 21:13:50 | 94.81 | 98% |
| 822 | 2019-07-23 00:01:16 | 98.01 | 98% |
| 675 | 2019-07-18 01:21:14 | 102.44 | 97% |