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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| 9975 | 2022-02-25 17:28:14 | 162.12 | 99% |
| 479 | 2019-10-09 01:49:12 | 125.59 | 97% |