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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1725 | 2020-07-20 09:10:03 | 102.01 | 99% |
| 16 | 2019-05-24 04:44:56 | 99.75 | 98% |