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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7070 | 2021-03-28 05:44:45 | 59.79 | 98% |
| 2440 | 2017-11-22 18:24:20 | 44.68 | 96% |