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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9822 | 2023-10-15 19:44:41 | 89.10 | 96.1% |
| 7726 | 2021-02-04 19:03:54 | 84.22 | 97.6% |