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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 651 | 2022-03-15 13:24:30 | 67.96 | 96% |
| 446 | 2021-09-16 01:25:45 | 65.94 | 94% |