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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 79 | 2020-06-27 18:21:49 | 35.79 | 99% |
| 15 | 2020-06-24 18:56:18 | 28.38 | 94% |