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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 645 | 2018-11-18 16:47:08 | 73.43 | 96% |
| 143 | 2018-10-28 20:35:21 | 53.34 | 95% |
| 24 | 2018-10-22 15:33:48 | 54.25 | 95% |