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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17981 | 2023-01-13 06:02:07 | 88.75 | 98% |
| 16162 | 2019-06-12 20:52:09 | 77.54 | 97% |