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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1364 | 2017-02-03 12:15:46 | 79.28 | 88% |
| 1356 | 2017-02-03 09:25:10 | 78.82 | 87% |