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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7228 | 2019-10-07 01:26:42 | 106.79 | 99% |
| 6733 | 2019-09-22 03:43:08 | 97.22 | 98% |