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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5848 | 2018-11-10 06:27:11 | 108.92 | 98% |
| 5082 | 2018-07-04 18:42:47 | 100.76 | 97% |
| 601 | 2017-01-15 03:12:23 | 75.88 | 94% |