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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2701 | 2021-09-02 14:06:09 | 90.10 | 99% |
| 1036 | 2019-01-27 21:16:27 | 90.02 | 99% |