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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6350 | 2019-08-31 21:39:48 | 86.87 | 97% |
| 5133 | 2019-05-07 18:03:21 | 74.84 | 96% |