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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1766 | 2022-11-23 01:20:39 | 81.03 | 98% |
| 177 | 2017-02-24 00:11:38 | 45.92 | 94% |