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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| 4691 | 2024-06-23 02:15:25 | 91.09 | 95.9% |
| 65 | 2020-05-03 18:57:44 | 56.05 | 96% |