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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1544 | 2019-04-06 14:19:57 | 77.74 | 98% |
| 1395 | 2019-03-25 22:29:42 | 74.13 | 97% |