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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1313 | 2021-04-15 19:24:51 | 72.40 | 97% |
| 993 | 2021-03-18 05:11:12 | 65.80 | 98% |