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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 42953 | 2020-07-12 12:17:46 | 113.36 | 99% |
| 42169 | 2019-11-10 06:13:15 | 98.70 | 98% |
| 39748 | 2018-07-24 15:32:36 | 102.88 | 99% |
| 34276 | 2017-04-14 04:47:36 | 88.55 | 96% |