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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7050 | 2021-12-13 04:31:42 | 134.66 | 99% |
| 6676 | 2021-04-09 23:00:02 | 124.80 | 97% |