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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1104 | 2017-06-01 14:16:08 | 31.18 | 84% |
| 971 | 2017-05-01 15:59:58 | 35.21 | 92% |