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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5577 | 2017-11-25 12:56:46 | 109.23 | 97% |
| 5340 | 2017-11-16 10:49:40 | 108.37 | 98% |
| 1465 | 2017-07-18 09:41:02 | 112.48 | 98% |
| 1216 | 2017-07-11 10:51:03 | 107.79 | 98% |
| 1161 | 2017-07-09 16:39:03 | 105.54 | 98% |