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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 576 | 2019-12-01 08:52:54 | 56.66 | 95% |
| 94 | 2019-11-24 12:33:22 | 50.59 | 95% |