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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| 1327 | 2023-03-14 09:51:33 | 84.49 | 97% |
| 497 | 2023-01-19 08:59:45 | 85.81 | 97% |