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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4629 | 2022-07-01 14:06:15 | 75.45 | 95% |
| 2461 | 2021-11-27 19:14:29 | 70.32 | 96% |