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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3240 | 2022-08-19 09:47:23 | 75.24 | 97% |
| 3023 | 2022-07-31 12:28:59 | 73.26 | 95% |