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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4759 | 2023-11-09 07:12:44 | 84.20 | 96.8% |
| 4527 | 2023-11-05 05:58:53 | 84.91 | 98.1% |