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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1046 | 2020-12-28 13:24:16 | 62.72 | 96% |
| 25 | 2020-12-01 16:07:53 | 57.83 | 95% |