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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| 2261 | 2020-05-08 01:03:28 | 88.46 | 98% |
| 1038 | 2018-07-25 08:29:18 | 80.95 | 99% |