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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3332 | 2022-10-22 00:27:42 | 89.05 | 97% |
| 61 | 2021-11-21 11:50:56 | 84.88 | 97% |