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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1124 | 2023-05-18 01:12:26 | 109.78 | 99% |
| 775 | 2023-05-11 10:27:33 | 94.38 | 98% |