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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 881 | 2018-12-02 09:29:42 | 126.94 | 100% |
| 492 | 2018-03-04 08:07:11 | 121.75 | 99% |