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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1187 | 2018-04-30 19:58:54 | 92.96 | 99% |
| 1034 | 2018-04-07 20:03:47 | 87.94 | 99% |