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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2081 | 2019-07-14 07:16:16 | 70.71 | 98% |
| 196 | 2018-12-08 01:03:38 | 62.57 | 98% |