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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1006 | 2022-01-08 03:24:20 | 50.20 | 95% |
| 616 | 2021-12-23 11:20:41 | 45.47 | 94% |