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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| 4351 | 2021-11-03 13:02:35 | 71.59 | 95% |
| 2865 | 2021-06-29 09:58:46 | 80.13 | 97% |