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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1736 | 2018-03-27 01:32:57 | 52.23 | 92% |
| 986 | 2017-07-21 23:58:43 | 68.57 | 98% |