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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2875 | 2021-01-24 14:24:25 | 43.48 | 92% |
| 2752 | 2021-01-16 23:24:27 | 49.64 | 94% |