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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3989 | 2023-04-26 14:49:18 | 81.14 | 98% |
| 1653 | 2021-10-07 14:10:47 | 64.58 | 98% |