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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7789 | 2018-10-13 06:31:31 | 127.95 | 98% |
| 4844 | 2018-05-30 02:40:16 | 142.43 | 98% |