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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4293 | 2023-07-18 18:32:19 | 70.77 | 96% |
| 749 | 2020-08-23 21:02:13 | 56.14 | 95% |