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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| 4597 | 2017-12-25 19:24:14 | 65.28 | 100% |
| 1784 | 2017-06-20 22:55:59 | 75.90 | 100% |
| 348 | 2017-03-08 00:34:22 | 66.04 | 100% |