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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3485 | 2021-03-07 07:13:24 | 73.80 | 94% |
| 3062 | 2021-02-10 14:23:10 | 68.08 | 95.2% |