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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4589 | 2019-03-21 05:14:24 | 69.85 | 97% |
| 726 | 2017-08-10 09:40:36 | 71.07 | 96% |
| 73 | 2017-07-28 15:47:09 | 72.86 | 98% |