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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1804 | 2024-08-06 16:22:33 | 96.23 | 97% |
| 1154 | 2024-07-03 13:56:21 | 99.92 | 97.2% |