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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10985 | 2023-11-07 20:22:42 | 83.29 | 95.9% |
| 417 | 2019-08-22 04:45:22 | 86.15 | 99% |