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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3843 | 2017-12-01 02:25:31 | 52.76 | 97% |
| 2687 | 2017-08-29 07:57:29 | 60.02 | 98% |
| 2024 | 2017-05-04 07:56:13 | 56.10 | 94% |