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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1750 | 2019-01-08 12:38:49 | 43.34 | 95% |
| 1641 | 2019-01-07 04:16:26 | 44.58 | 95% |