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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7239 | 2019-10-04 02:27:02 | 83.94 | 97% |
| 1965 | 2019-03-20 07:48:06 | 83.73 | 98% |
| 1947 | 2019-03-19 08:22:45 | 66.14 | 93% |