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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| 2828 | 2019-10-11 18:01:05 | 93.43 | 97% |
| 304 | 2019-06-27 13:41:56 | 89.64 | 97% |
| 239 | 2019-06-26 15:56:36 | 90.52 | 97% |