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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5024 | 2017-06-10 12:51:32 | 101.15 | 98% |
| 4864 | 2017-05-28 13:27:58 | 107.53 | 99% |