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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| 106 | 2021-06-08 01:42:49 | 59.54 | 96% |
| 39 | 2019-02-21 18:36:47 | 40.98 | 92% |