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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2005 | 2019-08-01 11:48:43 | 59.26 | 97% |
| 1806 | 2019-07-09 21:53:16 | 70.99 | 96% |