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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| 507 | 2021-09-21 08:02:24 | 109.77 | 100% |
| 26 | 2020-11-28 03:13:37 | 102.65 | 100% |