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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 453 | 2023-05-04 00:23:38 | 73.38 | 98% |
| 441 | 2023-05-02 00:34:00 | 70.41 | 96% |