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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7148 | 2023-09-09 11:40:53 | 70.44 | 96% |
| 4540 | 2017-11-11 05:59:20 | 58.84 | 95% |