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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3250 | 2021-05-19 12:31:54 | 74.49 | 96% |
| 2614 | 2021-04-05 10:12:59 | 75.09 | 97% |