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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1482 | 2020-12-08 21:49:17 | 96.22 | 98% |
| 1346 | 2020-09-14 23:37:50 | 96.12 | 98% |