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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1140 | 2021-03-15 11:34:19 | 69.79 | 96% |
| 494 | 2020-10-30 17:22:21 | 72.49 | 98% |