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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1442 | 2022-10-31 13:29:58 | 41.65 | 96% |
| 1134 | 2022-10-23 09:48:48 | 37.13 | 95% |