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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5012 | 2020-09-01 08:32:23 | 86.93 | 97% |
| 4848 | 2020-08-29 20:29:12 | 111.04 | 98% |