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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| 252 | 2023-05-17 11:23:20 | 109.47 | 98% |
| 215 | 2023-05-10 21:41:13 | 105.93 | 97% |
| 36 | 2023-04-26 14:49:04 | 119.95 | 98% |