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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1850 | 2021-06-06 01:06:33 | 47.93 | 95% |
| 989 | 2021-02-08 21:15:54 | 44.49 | 94% |