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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6131 | 2020-10-20 06:10:19 | 61.81 | 97% |
| 4253 | 2020-08-14 08:56:06 | 64.18 | 98% |