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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4473 | 2018-10-12 21:43:55 | 107.79 | 97% |
| 2257 | 2017-06-11 06:12:00 | 138.86 | 99% |
| 2233 | 2017-06-11 05:47:55 | 132.47 | 97% |
| 2068 | 2017-05-11 23:08:01 | 141.87 | 92% |