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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1679 | 2021-12-11 13:33:22 | 36.76 | 95% |
| 935 | 2021-05-30 07:09:22 | 29.44 | 95% |