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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12973 | 2020-09-17 08:28:47 | 74.40 | 97% |
| 6871 | 2017-12-17 09:16:49 | 65.34 | 96% |
| 5272 | 2017-10-16 06:01:56 | 58.08 | 96% |
| 2959 | 2017-07-31 19:34:33 | 53.68 | 96% |
| 1062 | 2017-06-02 11:55:26 | 50.67 | 96% |