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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5963 | 2023-08-21 20:21:34 | 65.23 | 96% |
| 1766 | 2022-12-24 10:28:07 | 61.98 | 96% |