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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 155 | 2021-07-03 06:54:00 | 46.05 | 97% |
| 63 | 2021-06-21 05:31:51 | 40.98 | 96% |