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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5532 | 2021-05-03 13:02:46 | 69.23 | 97% |
| 2798 | 2017-07-25 06:09:15 | 73.82 | 96% |
| 2429 | 2017-07-13 16:17:23 | 76.32 | 97% |
| 2233 | 2017-07-05 20:43:55 | 76.54 | 96% |