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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3448 | 2022-02-28 14:29:00 | 97.49 | 97% |
| 2953 | 2021-11-07 11:25:44 | 83.92 | 96% |