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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 616 | 2024-10-01 15:55:39 | 110.28 | 98.4% |
| 273 | 2023-12-30 21:06:20 | 97.85 | 96.7% |