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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7992 | 2017-04-06 20:49:29 | 100.05 | 97% |
| 6978 | 2017-01-26 22:08:31 | 99.95 | 97% |