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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 704 | 2020-09-10 03:29:32 | 53.41 | 94% |
| 128 | 2020-09-04 05:11:33 | 45.47 | 93% |