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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4533 | 2022-08-13 18:29:52 | 76.48 | 96% |
| 2457 | 2022-06-09 20:25:39 | 66.83 | 96% |