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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2299 | 2022-12-06 10:27:07 | 108.64 | 99% |
| 1214 | 2021-02-26 11:36:15 | 88.86 | 97.2% |