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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 733 | 2022-03-11 16:49:31 | 62.70 | 95% |
| 582 | 2022-01-31 08:27:47 | 63.00 | 95% |