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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1454 | 2020-04-18 17:00:24 | 61.17 | 98% |
| 353 | 2017-02-18 15:38:26 | 57.91 | 92% |