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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2224 | 2021-12-24 07:06:53 | 41.41 | 98% |
| 437 | 2020-09-10 03:29:54 | 39.75 | 96% |