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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 230 | 2023-10-11 16:33:44 | 72.23 | 96.7% |
| 97 | 2023-10-03 16:31:50 | 78.06 | 97.8% |