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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10306 | 2023-09-28 18:06:02 | 57.20 | 96.1% |
| 7108 | 2020-10-02 07:59:29 | 104.38 | 98% |