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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 50950 | 2017-05-21 11:19:18 | 143.15 | 98% |
| 50000 | 2017-05-05 03:17:14 | 126.96 | 94% |
| 48395 | 2017-03-19 12:57:23 | 141.83 | 99% |
| 47636 | 2017-02-25 07:51:36 | 117.54 | 94% |