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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1229 | 2021-02-21 15:36:55 | 104.32 | 97.4% |
| 824 | 2020-01-29 03:37:35 | 92.38 | 96% |