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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2596 | 2022-10-10 03:25:30 | 152.43 | 99% |
| 1391 | 2017-02-09 00:46:56 | 122.99 | 89% |