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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| 3618 | 2021-05-25 07:18:46 | 67.48 | 97% |
| 297 | 2021-01-16 20:44:35 | 69.41 | 96% |