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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3230 | 2022-11-12 11:56:28 | 84.73 | 96% |
| 1895 | 2019-06-30 06:09:21 | 94.00 | 97% |