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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1280 | 2021-08-11 01:08:13 | 105.59 | 100% |
| 1233 | 2021-08-08 00:52:23 | 100.44 | 99% |