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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9178 | 2022-09-30 10:24:03 | 124.17 | 97% |
| 5683 | 2022-02-03 09:12:37 | 110.29 | 98% |