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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2555 | 2023-02-24 17:46:01 | 72.22 | 97% |
| 900 | 2022-12-08 08:49:57 | 62.76 | 96% |