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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10937 | 2021-03-03 21:43:30 | 111.73 | 98% |
| 7904 | 2019-04-12 16:18:06 | 95.82 | 98% |
| 6678 | 2018-07-09 06:32:00 | 91.90 | 97% |
| 2860 | 2017-11-02 19:33:46 | 81.37 | 97% |
| 1842 | 2017-10-13 09:33:45 | 80.14 | 95% |