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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 596 | 2023-12-30 05:07:08 | 64.77 | 96.2% |
| 504 | 2022-05-04 07:31:39 | 61.67 | 96% |