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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 390 | 2020-01-10 03:36:24 | 95.73 | 95% |
| 81 | 2019-12-04 05:45:54 | 104.68 | 97% |