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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6672 | 2018-08-15 10:49:31 | 114.09 | 99% |
| 2336 | 2017-12-06 14:18:31 | 102.37 | 99% |
| 2230 | 2017-12-06 06:58:49 | 94.42 | 98% |