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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 422 | 2021-09-07 04:04:40 | 79.52 | 97% |
| 9 | 2021-07-27 04:44:26 | 77.36 | 98% |