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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6669 | 2017-07-29 03:25:50 | 169.93 | 99% |
| 5503 | 2017-06-07 02:43:31 | 146.97 | 98% |
| 2634 | 2017-04-13 22:59:12 | 203.07 | 100% |
| 566 | 2017-01-26 04:41:06 | 134.66 | 86% |