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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2602 | 2021-12-16 04:56:46 | 57.94 | 95% |
| 805 | 2021-04-21 01:34:12 | 60.25 | 95% |