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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3832 | 2021-07-19 21:01:54 | 75.69 | 96% |
| 544 | 2019-08-28 14:09:45 | 50.37 | 93% |