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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3437 | 2017-02-06 16:46:52 | 135.46 | 99% |
| 2394 | 2017-01-19 08:01:41 | 103.20 | 88% |