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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14268 | 2021-02-16 17:36:08 | 111.40 | 97.8% |
| 12209 | 2020-02-06 02:34:27 | 123.95 | 99% |
| 4220 | 2017-02-09 00:47:00 | 110.07 | 98% |
| 3824 | 2017-01-17 22:30:37 | 96.90 | 96% |