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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1173 | 2023-08-10 09:08:31 | 85.30 | 97% |
| 1045 | 2023-08-07 08:12:22 | 73.81 | 97% |