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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1227 | 2017-06-12 19:40:01 | 77.32 | 97% |
| 1024 | 2017-06-05 14:01:21 | 70.04 | 96% |