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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 918 | 2021-01-25 14:26:33 | 41.77 | 95% |
| 917 | 2021-01-25 14:24:25 | 38.25 | 94% |