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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2031 | 2019-07-12 19:05:01 | 75.56 | 96% |
| 887 | 2019-06-24 16:55:58 | 72.87 | 97% |