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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10683 | 2022-03-02 14:19:29 | 84.41 | 98% |
| 10149 | 2021-05-29 04:59:21 | 52.46 | 96% |