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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8588 | 2020-06-14 22:21:26 | 41.48 | 93% |
| 8233 | 2020-05-08 00:44:48 | 46.00 | 95% |
| 6948 | 2019-10-12 00:38:29 | 37.81 | 94% |
| 1059 | 2017-04-08 14:13:11 | 28.41 | 90% |