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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 313 | 2019-12-13 11:17:52 | 70.17 | 99% |
| 102 | 2019-09-18 07:05:38 | 51.87 | 97% |