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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2939 | 2017-05-05 03:02:36 | 52.02 | 95% |
| 2764 | 2017-04-21 10:17:45 | 44.07 | 94% |