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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4985 | 2025-02-27 17:06:20 | 90.57 | 98.4% |
| 2428 | 2024-11-17 21:45:18 | 88.65 | 97.8% |