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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 928 | 2018-05-25 06:39:38 | 61.32 | 97% |
| 72 | 2017-04-16 10:59:53 | 31.82 | 87% |