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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6622 | 2021-07-20 09:52:00 | 79.74 | 97% |
| 2269 | 2020-03-27 13:42:28 | 60.91 | 96% |