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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5742 | 2017-06-10 16:39:59 | 69.24 | 98% |
| 5405 | 2017-05-05 09:48:46 | 84.87 | 98% |
| 5210 | 2017-03-20 00:11:25 | 74.45 | 94% |