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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2472 | 2023-05-26 11:42:41 | 67.68 | 96% |
| 1041 | 2022-04-14 07:45:27 | 47.81 | 95% |