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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9393 | 2018-10-08 23:03:32 | 82.49 | 98% |
| 850 | 2018-01-31 18:58:36 | 56.67 | 97% |