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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4190 | 2017-08-02 05:25:13 | 150.09 | 99% |
| 2929 | 2017-07-27 23:19:32 | 140.37 | 98% |