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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1206 | 2022-01-04 16:42:10 | 104.93 | 96% |
| 776 | 2021-10-15 01:50:47 | 98.52 | 96% |