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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2018 | 2018-01-10 19:37:58 | 49.98 | 99% |
| 1165 | 2017-11-29 02:20:49 | 44.26 | 97% |
| 191 | 2017-06-20 18:19:38 | 34.78 | 99% |