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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6726 | 2023-02-15 08:14:56 | 87.28 | 98% |
| 5467 | 2022-05-09 04:28:40 | 66.66 | 97% |