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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2636 | 2023-07-24 12:48:11 | 44.18 | 95.4% |
| 1571 | 2022-01-17 10:50:01 | 48.77 | 97% |