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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 941 | 2021-05-17 04:57:37 | 82.74 | 97% |
| 621 | 2021-02-26 14:23:58 | 83.18 | 98% |