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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1544 | 2021-10-31 20:00:30 | 110.28 | 96% |
| 551 | 2021-01-31 17:59:46 | 99.19 | 96.1% |