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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1187 | 2022-08-04 10:41:58 | 66.35 | 98% |
| 787 | 2021-04-13 01:01:38 | 63.83 | 97% |