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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 691 | 2020-11-04 12:42:00 | 96.42 | 97% |
| 574 | 2019-12-18 00:02:23 | 92.69 | 98% |