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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 899 | 2021-11-06 18:40:02 | 98.65 | 98% |
| 661 | 2021-11-06 14:09:19 | 89.02 | 97% |