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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2299 | 2023-10-01 04:33:40 | 59.90 | 96.1% |
| 1076 | 2022-10-10 20:20:06 | 56.25 | 96% |