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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 174 | 2018-11-30 13:20:42 | 84.51 | 99% |
| 134 | 2018-11-16 09:40:25 | 83.62 | 100% |