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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6368 | 2018-05-23 15:19:27 | 79.35 | 97% |
| 4058 | 2018-02-19 19:00:52 | 68.60 | 96% |
| 1941 | 2018-01-14 22:38:13 | 62.48 | 96% |
| 1054 | 2017-12-27 13:51:57 | 67.24 | 99% |
| 943 | 2017-12-24 11:59:11 | 43.73 | 94% |