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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4498 | 2018-04-29 06:27:07 | 68.29 | 97% |
| 2111 | 2017-01-16 04:29:42 | 61.23 | 94% |