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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 406 | 2023-11-28 00:30:13 | 102.84 | 98.4% |
| 285 | 2023-11-24 19:36:53 | 98.31 | 99% |