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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3387 | 2023-05-06 18:49:54 | 56.64 | 94% |
| 2670 | 2023-03-18 13:43:11 | 46.91 | 93% |