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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| 17679 | 2022-08-19 08:46:47 | 85.12 | 97% |
| 11154 | 2020-07-08 11:10:43 | 72.45 | 96% |