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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1199 | 2023-07-11 10:40:27 | 40.36 | 95.6% |
| 256 | 2023-06-01 05:41:27 | 35.69 | 95.2% |