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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11489 | 2022-02-26 20:56:01 | 92.37 | 97% |
| 8646 | 2017-09-07 13:46:16 | 75.79 | 95% |
| 6439 | 2017-06-25 22:59:02 | 99.70 | 98% |
| 5495 | 2017-05-28 18:19:58 | 91.13 | 94% |