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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5244 | 2025-05-14 20:32:00 | 79.27 | 96% |
| 4326 | 2025-04-25 19:27:00 | 80.40 | 95.2% |