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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3774 | 2021-04-06 10:51:13 | 70.20 | 96% |
| 655 | 2020-11-11 20:10:24 | 53.08 | 94% |