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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| 551 | 2023-05-20 06:05:33 | 66.97 | 97.1% |
| 368 | 2023-05-18 03:04:59 | 67.74 | 95.1% |