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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5316 | 2019-10-31 16:13:57 | 127.63 | 96% |
| 5023 | 2019-07-25 11:28:29 | 123.21 | 97% |
| 3678 | 2019-06-13 15:31:52 | 116.81 | 96% |