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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3449 | 2018-02-01 19:56:47 | 61.82 | 95% |
| 1111 | 2017-05-27 19:12:20 | 51.16 | 88% |