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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3041 | 2018-10-30 15:12:54 | 60.32 | 97% |
| 1380 | 2018-10-22 10:21:36 | 53.91 | 94% |