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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4362 | 2019-07-05 18:28:35 | 182.94 | 99% |
| 3884 | 2018-08-13 00:24:28 | 146.16 | 98% |