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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1755 | 2017-07-24 19:03:23 | 50.31 | 98% |
| 646 | 2017-06-06 15:11:53 | 51.05 | 98% |
| 506 | 2017-05-31 17:09:21 | 48.61 | 94% |