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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 207 | 2017-05-16 18:10:04 | 54.38 | 83% |
| 125 | 2017-05-13 10:56:04 | 64.45 | 92% |