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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 33160 | 2017-09-06 21:01:10 | 81.47 | 97% |
| 32690 | 2017-08-24 00:41:34 | 82.28 | 98% |
| 32425 | 2017-08-15 00:52:49 | 67.89 | 96% |
| 32124 | 2017-07-26 18:41:01 | 78.17 | 97% |