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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5530 | 2021-09-01 10:51:19 | 88.73 | 98% |
| 2798 | 2021-05-30 20:12:53 | 75.73 | 95% |