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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| 109 | 2021-02-25 04:15:57 | 92.30 | 99% |
| 41 | 2021-01-12 03:44:49 | 74.38 | 97% |