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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6880 | 2017-04-07 01:45:16 | 145.33 | 98% |
| 6192 | 2017-03-17 00:31:32 | 133.98 | 98% |
| 5858 | 2017-03-09 00:38:17 | 128.47 | 96% |
| 5323 | 2017-02-20 22:12:31 | 106.43 | 94% |
| 4646 | 2017-02-05 01:37:35 | 134.14 | 97% |