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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| 416 | 2021-01-11 15:17:14 | 57.45 | 99% |
| 122 | 2021-01-03 07:43:31 | 40.71 | 95% |