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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4185 | 2023-08-01 12:23:32 | 58.63 | 96% |
| 216 | 2022-12-22 11:37:14 | 56.10 | 97% |