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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8004 | 2019-09-09 18:20:36 | 81.15 | 98% |
| 7146 | 2019-07-07 17:24:02 | 72.52 | 99% |
| 4653 | 2019-01-03 22:38:47 | 77.08 | 98% |
| 1823 | 2018-07-22 13:42:45 | 63.42 | 96% |
| 1075 | 2018-06-30 16:18:08 | 70.51 | 98% |