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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 483 | 2019-05-19 11:23:15 | 96.08 | 98% |
| 359 | 2018-09-20 13:10:30 | 85.32 | 97% |