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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12894 | 2017-06-26 19:28:31 | 70.03 | 97% |
| 12647 | 2017-05-24 16:03:13 | 70.34 | 97% |
| 12412 | 2017-04-26 13:32:15 | 74.86 | 99% |