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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| 1132 | 2021-02-20 13:44:44 | 50.89 | 94.3% |
| 319 | 2020-12-17 10:40:23 | 36.54 | 92% |