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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 536 | 2019-02-02 08:50:06 | 58.79 | 94% |
| 238 | 2019-01-14 17:31:11 | 57.03 | 94% |