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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11821 | 2018-10-14 22:35:16 | 74.13 | 96% |
| 10405 | 2018-09-22 01:38:53 | 79.57 | 97% |
| 8624 | 2018-05-08 07:30:03 | 94.57 | 98% |
| 8038 | 2018-05-05 12:41:38 | 83.52 | 98% |