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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| 3791 | 2023-07-15 13:06:24 | 73.59 | 97% |
| 134 | 2019-01-30 00:37:50 | 47.24 | 98% |