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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1106 | 2020-11-09 13:05:48 | 72.81 | 100% |
| 280 | 2019-09-29 12:26:03 | 53.21 | 98% |