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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3096 | 2022-12-01 23:44:07 | 97.46 | 98% |
| 2087 | 2022-05-27 21:47:16 | 96.28 | 98% |