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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5796 | 2022-03-07 17:54:25 | 64.52 | 95% |
| 2348 | 2021-07-29 09:29:16 | 58.41 | 98% |