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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12141 | 2018-03-17 11:05:06 | 171.92 | 99% |
| 10491 | 2017-07-18 11:31:28 | 136.86 | 97% |