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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8874 | 2018-03-26 18:28:47 | 76.12 | 95% |
| 8236 | 2017-06-24 20:59:53 | 68.81 | 94% |
| 7655 | 2017-04-07 19:33:10 | 71.23 | 88% |