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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7000 | 2021-10-15 21:51:44 | 89.85 | 97% |
| 4655 | 2019-04-13 13:08:04 | 87.85 | 97% |