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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1017 | 2023-04-26 15:50:33 | 135.03 | 98% |
| 599 | 2021-06-01 22:14:12 | 127.87 | 97% |