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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3477 | 2021-05-22 16:55:55 | 157.34 | 99% |
| 1185 | 2020-11-03 09:00:35 | 128.85 | 97% |