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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 859 | 2022-08-23 21:39:32 | 47.84 | 94% |
| 555 | 2022-01-21 16:41:35 | 53.77 | 97% |