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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 375 | 2021-06-19 10:44:56 | 119.33 | 97% |
| 13 | 2021-06-05 11:15:46 | 124.12 | 98% |