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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| 11384 | 2022-11-08 15:31:32 | 80.04 | 97% |
| 8855 | 2021-11-16 07:06:36 | 74.70 | 95% |
| 8352 | 2021-11-03 13:54:46 | 68.07 | 94% |
| 6856 | 2021-09-26 04:42:28 | 72.06 | 95% |