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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4848 | 2019-10-19 10:54:18 | 84.03 | 98% |
| 4233 | 2019-05-09 17:44:47 | 76.10 | 98% |