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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2764 | 2023-10-09 02:58:35 | 82.34 | 98.4% |
| 1519 | 2021-07-05 16:17:39 | 68.95 | 96% |