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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2015 | 2021-01-10 08:56:17 | 178.59 | 99% |
| 1393 | 2020-12-30 15:38:34 | 181.22 | 99% |