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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3320 | 2017-05-08 18:15:11 | 31.41 | 94% |
| 3274 | 2017-04-21 11:27:05 | 35.02 | 98% |