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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2181 | 2021-11-24 15:32:56 | 70.71 | 95% |
| 941 | 2021-10-19 17:10:01 | 75.41 | 96% |