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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3931 | 2021-05-21 08:10:27 | 138.06 | 97% |
| 3699 | 2021-05-16 08:53:34 | 150.24 | 98% |