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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2077 | 2021-03-03 15:23:24 | 67.61 | 94% |
| 275 | 2019-02-11 21:00:32 | 63.91 | 96% |