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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5097 | 2018-01-02 13:35:24 | 96.47 | 97% |
| 4827 | 2017-12-27 02:43:23 | 92.91 | 96% |