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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4220 | 2019-07-04 13:59:32 | 90.37 | 97% |
| 3910 | 2019-06-04 06:30:27 | 67.96 | 94% |
| 3312 | 2019-05-13 17:31:40 | 85.17 | 97% |
| 817 | 2019-01-19 17:47:50 | 54.10 | 94% |