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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 457 | 2017-05-02 22:19:55 | 61.61 | 97% |
| 413 | 2017-04-30 07:14:59 | 60.78 | 97% |