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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3015 | 2017-04-22 06:36:15 | 50.24 | 94% |
| 298 | 2017-02-21 08:02:28 | 33.51 | 88% |
| 35 | 2017-02-14 04:49:29 | 29.37 | 84% |
| 11 | 2017-02-13 20:08:59 | 30.66 | 87% |