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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1336 | 2021-05-16 02:44:20 | 70.00 | 97% |
| 538 | 2021-02-09 13:07:20 | 60.54 | 98% |