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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 43382 | 2022-12-19 00:48:20 | 133.97 | 99% |
| 38855 | 2017-05-13 07:29:46 | 131.87 | 98% |
| 37395 | 2017-03-09 05:18:31 | 129.55 | 98% |
| 36727 | 2017-02-09 05:22:42 | 77.45 | 86% |
| 36503 | 2017-01-21 00:00:12 | 101.88 | 87% |