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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1590 | 2018-04-17 02:33:48 | 80.95 | 97% |
| 1506 | 2018-03-15 13:35:06 | 87.79 | 97% |