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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2861 | 2017-12-29 17:00:01 | 67.13 | 97% |
| 1796 | 2017-11-24 16:46:44 | 63.49 | 97% |
| 1023 | 2017-11-04 14:43:00 | 66.22 | 97% |