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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2106 | 2023-02-08 13:56:06 | 81.68 | 97% |
| 76 | 2022-06-03 12:32:36 | 46.84 | 93% |