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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3654 | 2019-03-29 19:43:13 | 211.05 | 100% |
| 977 | 2018-09-01 01:30:41 | 191.46 | 100% |