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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1045 | 2021-08-17 21:40:43 | 96.23 | 98% |
| 528 | 2020-01-10 15:03:47 | 82.80 | 97% |