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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3532 | 2018-12-25 18:11:15 | 68.97 | 95% |
| 1858 | 2018-10-26 18:53:05 | 59.69 | 96% |