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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4645 | 2023-03-16 14:27:29 | 54.00 | 98% |
| 3856 | 2022-10-14 22:23:14 | 86.57 | 96% |