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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 464 | 2021-04-16 12:52:53 | 97.21 | 97% |
| 72 | 2019-10-21 18:13:20 | 74.23 | 94% |