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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7842 | 2022-05-28 22:39:14 | 62.50 | 99% |
| 7766 | 2022-05-26 11:45:07 | 64.05 | 99% |