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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1758 | 2017-11-27 08:47:31 | 77.33 | 97% |
| 1649 | 2017-11-13 08:32:54 | 75.35 | 96% |