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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 799 | 2022-10-15 18:54:29 | 81.05 | 96% |
| 239 | 2022-09-24 16:17:23 | 66.14 | 96% |