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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9013 | 2020-04-20 16:55:48 | 106.90 | 97% |
| 6718 | 2019-03-14 02:42:53 | 92.69 | 97% |
| 4766 | 2019-01-22 23:46:36 | 87.68 | 96% |
| 1483 | 2017-03-24 23:43:17 | 72.44 | 94% |