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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4672 | 2020-10-29 17:13:43 | 72.17 | 96% |
| 4271 | 2018-11-18 16:47:08 | 74.04 | 96% |