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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7212 | 2020-06-22 05:27:37 | 95.86 | 98% |
| 655 | 2017-03-27 19:16:13 | 54.80 | 92% |