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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8239 | 2020-06-27 03:48:32 | 96.99 | 98% |
| 2612 | 2018-04-17 02:33:44 | 88.28 | 98% |
| 890 | 2017-12-04 18:32:26 | 65.09 | 97% |