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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5050 | 2020-10-05 23:51:34 | 109.41 | 97% |
| 2891 | 2019-04-06 14:19:46 | 102.92 | 99% |
| 2410 | 2019-01-19 08:59:25 | 92.01 | 97% |