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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6417 | 2023-03-10 18:18:23 | 53.89 | 97% |
| 728 | 2022-05-25 13:22:15 | 37.53 | 96% |