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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 813 | 2020-12-15 22:19:01 | 61.78 | 99% |
| 559 | 2020-12-01 18:37:40 | 55.66 | 95% |