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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5652 | 2018-05-31 19:01:39 | 91.47 | 99% |
| 3985 | 2018-01-04 11:39:15 | 114.25 | 100% |