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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 688 | 2024-06-26 20:14:11 | 101.94 | 98.1% |
| 676 | 2022-11-08 07:17:24 | 94.68 | 97% |