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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 706 | 2021-06-02 13:07:33 | 58.42 | 95% |
| 500 | 2021-05-25 06:45:55 | 56.96 | 95% |