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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5525 | 2022-04-18 23:16:48 | 93.07 | 98% |
| 4835 | 2022-03-29 23:51:56 | 91.26 | 98% |