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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 20533 | 2020-05-10 23:08:24 | 160.21 | 96% |
| 15583 | 2017-06-19 00:05:10 | 191.51 | 99% |