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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1735 | 2021-04-08 05:08:04 | 98.93 | 97% |
| 851 | 2018-07-29 04:03:12 | 91.09 | 97% |