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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3097 | 2022-01-03 07:03:13 | 63.22 | 97% |
| 3065 | 2021-12-21 13:22:45 | 72.01 | 99% |