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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3754 | 2018-06-10 12:34:00 | 69.89 | 96% |
| 1081 | 2017-06-05 14:59:56 | 44.88 | 94% |