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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2829 | 2023-02-15 18:22:37 | 48.16 | 94% |
| 2032 | 2023-02-08 16:50:58 | 52.26 | 93% |