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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10298 | 2018-01-03 21:13:43 | 125.44 | 98% |
| 7732 | 2017-12-16 20:31:56 | 108.32 | 96% |