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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3972 | 2021-10-08 00:39:54 | 62.15 | 98% |
| 2250 | 2021-05-15 01:02:44 | 53.78 | 98% |
| 1686 | 2021-04-30 01:59:26 | 59.80 | 97% |