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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 19700 | 2024-03-17 16:20:15 | 78.06 | 97.5% |
| 10509 | 2022-12-16 08:25:31 | 59.91 | 94% |