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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4211 | 2017-08-19 19:35:35 | 78.63 | 98% |
| 1698 | 2017-07-15 08:32:06 | 72.18 | 98% |
| 31 | 2017-06-23 20:22:45 | 40.83 | 99% |