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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1251 | 2023-06-27 15:16:55 | 58.44 | 95% |
| 947 | 2023-06-23 02:51:00 | 61.62 | 97% |