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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5996 | 2020-05-29 01:44:16 | 97.34 | 99% |
| 2966 | 2018-06-06 00:51:42 | 91.73 | 98% |