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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 293 | 2017-10-16 12:27:47 | 57.25 | 97% |
| 254 | 2017-07-25 21:56:45 | 48.61 | 96% |
| 143 | 2017-03-27 13:28:15 | 40.90 | 89% |