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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2640 | 2022-03-17 16:56:37 | 62.92 | 99% |
| 1007 | 2021-07-20 18:52:38 | 56.52 | 98% |