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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4338 | 2020-09-18 22:12:35 | 75.81 | 96% |
| 4163 | 2020-09-11 15:26:54 | 75.19 | 96% |
| 4029 | 2020-09-09 17:31:48 | 77.91 | 98% |
| 2867 | 2020-07-26 15:53:47 | 81.97 | 99% |
| 1284 | 2020-05-06 17:39:02 | 68.65 | 96% |