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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2053 | 2022-08-06 01:19:04 | 70.51 | 94% |
| 505 | 2020-10-09 01:47:21 | 55.85 | 94% |