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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1848 | 2019-08-15 16:18:53 | 43.82 | 95% |
| 686 | 2019-07-10 09:19:55 | 49.52 | 96% |