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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1779 | 2018-05-25 09:00:50 | 91.59 | 96% |
| 271 | 2017-05-15 19:49:32 | 101.00 | 96% |