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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 18017 | 2021-07-29 05:45:55 | 78.20 | 98% |
| 2453 | 2020-06-08 21:13:05 | 66.30 | 96% |