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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4933 | 2018-04-30 16:23:59 | 90.81 | 98% |
| 4384 | 2018-01-10 17:19:08 | 105.22 | 99% |
| 4223 | 2018-01-04 21:20:12 | 94.62 | 99% |