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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5369 | 2023-02-27 22:30:39 | 37.73 | 96% |
| 5053 | 2023-02-24 13:08:54 | 41.47 | 98% |