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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2268 | 2019-04-06 15:17:03 | 70.60 | 95% |
| 1632 | 2018-06-25 16:46:11 | 78.09 | 95% |