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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1488 | 2023-01-24 14:24:34 | 81.33 | 98% |
| 1175 | 2022-01-10 06:21:53 | 75.40 | 96% |