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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1186 | 2022-09-25 22:27:42 | 67.32 | 95% |
| 798 | 2022-09-13 01:54:42 | 57.41 | 95% |