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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 178 | 2017-05-07 10:58:29 | 60.35 | 95% |
| 43 | 2017-04-27 08:55:12 | 58.75 | 94% |