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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4014 | 2025-03-23 20:30:05 | 82.52 | 96.1% |
| 3706 | 2025-03-08 18:15:02 | 91.16 | 96.3% |