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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4604 | 2022-01-12 11:29:47 | 65.20 | 95% |
| 4313 | 2021-07-11 12:26:16 | 60.76 | 95% |