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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 771 | 2019-10-01 13:23:56 | 71.25 | 99% |
| 259 | 2019-08-31 07:17:27 | 60.75 | 97% |