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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12258 | 2017-02-03 02:09:33 | 89.71 | 94% |
| 12121 | 2017-01-30 01:49:38 | 101.08 | 99% |