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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 789 | 2022-11-06 03:32:55 | 99.97 | 99% |
| 81 | 2022-10-13 22:51:46 | 94.29 | 98% |