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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6177 | 2024-12-10 12:44:32 | 81.37 | 95.7% |
| 5770 | 2024-10-27 16:21:31 | 84.28 | 97.2% |