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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3367 | 2019-10-30 11:43:42 | 69.60 | 96% |
| 1887 | 2018-09-07 14:03:57 | 64.39 | 96% |