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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17777 | 2020-05-23 14:31:29 | 88.20 | 99% |
| 16609 | 2018-08-13 13:15:49 | 76.72 | 98% |