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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8390 | 2023-12-23 05:25:27 | 103.34 | 98.1% |
| 2544 | 2019-04-07 14:41:41 | 96.91 | 98% |