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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2509 | 2020-02-29 06:41:13 | 45.92 | 97% |
| 2502 | 2020-02-25 07:47:36 | 42.33 | 96% |
| 1384 | 2017-12-01 04:23:32 | 46.28 | 97% |