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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2753 | 2025-05-07 01:51:16 | 83.00 | 97.8% |
| 559 | 2023-11-27 21:27:10 | 73.67 | 97.5% |