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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3480 | 2021-09-23 03:05:25 | 69.78 | 97% |
| 1167 | 2021-08-21 13:04:19 | 67.28 | 95% |