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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1347 | 2022-05-09 12:04:59 | 61.10 | 93% |
| 1015 | 2022-01-22 11:21:55 | 56.85 | 94% |