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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1142 | 2020-07-19 16:14:08 | 47.77 | 92% |
| 609 | 2020-04-23 10:28:47 | 47.18 | 94% |