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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1690 | 2023-02-12 06:02:09 | 64.45 | 97% |
| 456 | 2022-02-20 11:18:23 | 52.40 | 94% |