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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 358 | 2023-03-23 10:12:37 | 46.95 | 97% |
| 176 | 2023-03-08 17:32:30 | 47.55 | 97% |