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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2428 | 2018-11-27 11:32:26 | 56.09 | 96% |
| 891 | 2018-08-24 09:03:08 | 52.06 | 94% |