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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6114 | 2018-06-06 23:33:53 | 54.59 | 96% |
| 6019 | 2018-06-06 01:50:55 | 54.94 | 98% |