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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| 336 | 2020-02-04 20:30:15 | 75.28 | 96% |
| 49 | 2019-10-22 16:37:33 | 67.40 | 96% |