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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2998 | 2019-04-01 19:25:00 | 69.51 | 98% |
| 2483 | 2017-11-24 20:27:50 | 67.66 | 100% |
| 2465 | 2017-11-14 22:40:33 | 63.11 | 98% |