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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1052 | 2017-03-07 13:45:01 | 59.19 | 97% |
| 808 | 2017-02-28 19:15:17 | 59.63 | 97% |
| 602 | 2017-02-23 19:08:53 | 55.41 | 96% |