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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 908 | 2019-05-07 15:27:38 | 84.70 | 98% |
| 326 | 2019-03-20 10:13:04 | 63.20 | 95% |