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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1464 | 2019-01-18 09:04:06 | 82.68 | 96% |
| 598 | 2017-11-21 18:23:18 | 88.92 | 98% |
| 374 | 2017-11-13 09:08:20 | 87.25 | 98% |