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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1672 | 2021-04-14 01:13:41 | 75.25 | 95% |
| 1496 | 2021-03-14 21:15:51 | 74.29 | 94% |