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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8356 | 2017-07-24 10:49:58 | 81.65 | 97% |
| 6061 | 2017-04-28 09:26:43 | 73.01 | 94% |