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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2469 | 2022-10-24 03:07:30 | 59.30 | 97% |
| 1365 | 2022-06-27 21:20:07 | 59.51 | 97% |