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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1372 | 2021-07-01 03:22:54 | 71.43 | 96% |
| 714 | 2021-06-23 02:55:46 | 59.48 | 95% |