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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3542 | 2019-12-06 01:50:57 | 58.18 | 97% |
| 3102 | 2018-10-21 22:30:04 | 59.30 | 96% |
| 1793 | 2017-09-17 13:45:55 | 56.13 | 96% |
| 831 | 2017-01-28 18:21:28 | 51.75 | 91% |