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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5382 | 2021-09-03 13:04:55 | 73.10 | 98% |
| 4928 | 2021-06-10 11:23:57 | 73.43 | 99% |