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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| 2732 | 2021-08-18 12:12:34 | 43.18 | 92% |
| 471 | 2021-05-29 12:27:48 | 39.65 | 93% |
| 260 | 2021-04-10 15:30:53 | 32.18 | 92% |