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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 616 | 2018-12-13 02:45:24 | 66.50 | 95% |
| 535 | 2018-12-07 04:35:46 | 66.10 | 95% |