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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 875 | 2018-10-20 07:19:28 | 90.45 | 96% |
| 227 | 2018-10-04 14:18:36 | 73.83 | 94% |
| 170 | 2018-10-01 12:58:30 | 86.67 | 96% |