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 |
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| 867 | 2021-02-25 02:58:29 | 53.31 | 96% |
| 226 | 2021-01-23 07:33:21 | 44.17 | 93% |