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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10985 | 2018-08-31 00:20:42 | 105.16 | 97% |
| 8185 | 2017-07-29 21:58:03 | 109.45 | 98% |