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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 938 | 2017-02-26 02:14:38 | 50.37 | 93% |
| 892 | 2017-02-23 19:09:04 | 47.22 | 93% |