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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 830 | 2017-03-20 03:00:10 | 93.22 | 94% |
| 249 | 2017-02-16 02:56:44 | 85.53 | 95% |