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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2055 | 2017-06-19 06:00:52 | 50.23 | 94% |
| 450 | 2017-04-28 11:26:26 | 47.07 | 94% |