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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2607 | 2017-06-01 02:23:38 | 54.20 | 87% |
| 741 | 2017-01-30 22:42:41 | 51.60 | 88% |