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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 552 | 2019-03-20 12:22:25 | 120.65 | 98% |
| 494 | 2019-03-19 02:02:45 | 137.74 | 99% |