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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1205 | 2021-05-29 09:13:18 | 91.91 | 97% |
| 396 | 2021-01-16 22:36:11 | 71.93 | 97% |