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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 686 | 2021-03-14 20:07:32 | 94.39 | 98% |
| 658 | 2021-03-13 12:58:07 | 88.84 | 96% |