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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13680 | 2021-01-13 20:44:16 | 77.87 | 99% |
| 5287 | 2018-04-04 08:11:46 | 62.75 | 98% |
| 5176 | 2018-04-01 21:52:24 | 63.12 | 97% |
| 4723 | 2018-03-29 15:17:02 | 42.85 | 95% |
| 1898 | 2017-06-21 20:43:25 | 49.16 | 96% |