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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1796 | 2021-01-09 12:47:58 | 67.44 | 97% |
| 1139 | 2019-11-12 13:00:10 | 60.44 | 96% |