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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 969 | 2021-02-12 15:40:41 | 89.69 | 99% |
| 670 | 2021-02-04 21:57:30 | 78.04 | 98% |