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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2939 | 2022-10-03 11:44:13 | 73.54 | 96% |
| 1004 | 2022-03-02 06:11:12 | 66.92 | 96% |