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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3605 | 2022-08-24 21:05:28 | 130.48 | 99% |
| 1759 | 2017-04-22 05:26:19 | 110.90 | 97% |
| 1732 | 2017-04-14 18:30:24 | 115.77 | 96% |
| 1297 | 2017-02-19 19:11:35 | 101.92 | 96% |