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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 279 | 2019-01-14 16:39:55 | 36.90 | 92% |
| 188 | 2019-01-09 16:40:58 | 28.78 | 89% |