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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1070 | 2021-01-28 09:09:19 | 48.93 | 95.3% |
| 902 | 2021-01-21 21:36:46 | 47.60 | 96% |