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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3486 | 2021-11-01 16:47:30 | 87.26 | 98% |
| 705 | 2021-01-25 16:46:17 | 66.17 | 98% |