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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6437 | 2021-09-12 13:56:49 | 91.41 | 97% |
| 3713 | 2017-12-05 15:00:43 | 98.27 | 98% |
| 3608 | 2017-12-04 14:47:57 | 91.71 | 98% |
| 3432 | 2017-11-27 12:44:30 | 75.49 | 94% |
| 677 | 2017-06-11 09:47:52 | 84.19 | 98% |