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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1436 | 2021-12-14 07:11:02 | 127.33 | 98% |
| 1145 | 2021-11-05 02:53:24 | 127.11 | 99% |