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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1834 | 2021-01-21 04:40:20 | 74.56 | 97% |
| 1581 | 2021-01-15 15:36:13 | 71.61 | 97% |