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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9672 | 2021-06-18 16:50:23 | 97.74 | 97% |
| 3501 | 2021-02-27 13:50:58 | 78.87 | 95.5% |