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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1570 | 2022-01-09 05:22:42 | 63.34 | 99% |
| 689 | 2021-07-04 04:03:37 | 40.93 | 95% |