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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 22424 | 2022-01-09 00:27:12 | 79.11 | 98% |
| 21838 | 2019-07-18 17:38:29 | 89.14 | 98% |
| 18746 | 2019-03-05 21:20:24 | 87.61 | 97% |
| 16024 | 2017-08-04 04:04:20 | 86.78 | 98% |
| 15960 | 2017-08-03 04:58:40 | 83.36 | 97% |