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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2558 | 2017-05-25 13:54:09 | 76.45 | 88% |
| 2287 | 2017-04-21 16:26:13 | 58.06 | 82% |
| 535 | 2017-03-03 14:02:39 | 67.20 | 90% |
| 216 | 2017-02-24 18:18:48 | 76.27 | 92% |