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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2372 | 2020-09-04 05:11:42 | 40.67 | 95% |
| 1629 | 2020-08-08 04:57:02 | 43.85 | 93% |