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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1410 | 2020-04-25 12:18:48 | 80.92 | 95% |
| 1080 | 2020-04-21 08:16:42 | 81.66 | 97% |