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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1258 | 2017-07-27 06:44:43 | 76.22 | 97% |
| 1083 | 2017-03-04 11:05:00 | 65.21 | 87% |