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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5953 | 2021-06-02 04:33:38 | 65.13 | 95% |
| 4090 | 2021-02-12 05:04:11 | 62.88 | 96% |