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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6314 | 2017-11-07 17:15:10 | 58.18 | 98% |
| 5309 | 2017-02-04 11:28:46 | 60.65 | 97% |