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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3024 | 2021-10-06 06:01:13 | 70.56 | 96% |
| 513 | 2021-01-05 10:05:15 | 52.76 | 95% |