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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1562 | 2022-06-01 08:20:29 | 83.95 | 95% |
| 1408 | 2022-04-25 16:26:21 | 98.21 | 98% |