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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2515 | 2017-07-19 13:44:58 | 65.44 | 96% |
| 1616 | 2017-06-15 15:49:42 | 61.38 | 95% |
| 1586 | 2017-06-14 11:40:00 | 62.90 | 96% |
| 267 | 2017-04-24 05:25:30 | 47.92 | 91% |