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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2573 | 2022-12-30 12:50:47 | 72.77 | 94% |
| 1579 | 2022-04-23 09:53:33 | 65.83 | 94% |