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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9922 | 2023-04-13 09:50:52 | 71.77 | 94% |
| 6154 | 2021-03-30 17:00:19 | 70.54 | 95% |