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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 694 | 2017-07-25 20:38:31 | 109.50 | 99% |
| 473 | 2017-06-15 15:54:10 | 111.48 | 99% |