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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1085 | 2021-10-11 15:34:12 | 96.22 | 96% |
| 117 | 2021-09-04 19:35:22 | 86.84 | 96% |