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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2543 | 2017-10-19 03:06:47 | 91.17 | 99% |
| 1945 | 2017-09-27 01:57:38 | 92.16 | 100% |
| 1827 | 2017-09-16 04:39:22 | 94.58 | 100% |
| 351 | 2017-04-21 01:06:52 | 85.46 | 97% |