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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8193 | 2021-10-22 13:36:01 | 86.55 | 97% |
| 7391 | 2021-07-20 04:04:22 | 111.16 | 99% |