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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1584 | 2017-02-22 15:21:39 | 55.11 | 95% |
| 1228 | 2017-01-20 05:27:34 | 49.11 | 90% |
| 1084 | 2017-01-17 05:32:06 | 75.70 | 97% |