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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3660 | 2019-02-10 16:38:47 | 92.85 | 98% |
| 3653 | 2019-02-08 23:44:17 | 86.16 | 98% |
| 904 | 2017-04-20 04:31:59 | 65.66 | 89% |