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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 913 | 2022-12-18 08:26:25 | 88.62 | 97% |
| 172 | 2021-05-19 09:37:08 | 57.03 | 97% |