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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1168 | 2017-04-25 09:31:07 | 62.37 | 88% |
| 966 | 2017-03-20 05:18:08 | 57.01 | 85% |