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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4689 | 2019-11-14 18:19:54 | 62.04 | 96% |
| 764 | 2019-07-28 23:08:01 | 46.94 | 94% |