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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5519 | 2018-06-09 07:31:09 | 79.80 | 97% |
| 3776 | 2017-11-29 03:26:36 | 76.97 | 97% |
| 3427 | 2017-09-18 02:23:21 | 67.45 | 97% |
| 1167 | 2017-05-12 02:15:00 | 56.01 | 90% |