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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 133 | 2022-04-06 14:15:47 | 58.91 | 97% |
| 10 | 2022-04-01 16:15:03 | 43.83 | 93% |