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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 866 | 2017-06-16 17:23:05 | 48.52 | 95% |
| 697 | 2017-06-12 13:55:43 | 45.76 | 94% |