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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2649 | 2017-08-23 14:33:22 | 83.69 | 96% |
| 2192 | 2017-08-10 00:13:01 | 77.90 | 94% |
| 241 | 2017-05-06 17:36:55 | 75.67 | 88% |