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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1072 | 2021-10-17 20:32:26 | 89.13 | 99% |
| 566 | 2021-06-07 03:12:08 | 91.31 | 100% |