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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7765 | 2022-01-03 23:28:34 | 117.00 | 99% |
| 7747 | 2022-01-01 21:02:36 | 102.00 | 97% |