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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8239 | 2017-10-20 08:47:04 | 65.81 | 98% |
| 7317 | 2017-06-26 08:06:20 | 63.92 | 97% |
| 4401 | 2017-01-18 11:21:17 | 47.72 | 88% |