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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13212 | 2021-06-09 00:33:19 | 83.06 | 97% |
| 10023 | 2018-11-17 08:26:06 | 92.64 | 99% |
| 9278 | 2017-04-21 18:47:47 | 78.23 | 94% |