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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7416 | 2020-06-08 23:24:02 | 126.85 | 98% |
| 6351 | 2019-06-26 23:38:53 | 121.19 | 98% |