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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1038 | 2019-03-24 16:07:02 | 83.85 | 97% |
| 23 | 2019-03-15 07:49:14 | 84.40 | 97% |