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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1178 | 2021-03-12 20:19:54 | 61.67 | 96% |
| 370 | 2021-01-31 18:56:15 | 60.89 | 96.3% |