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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| 5798 | 2021-10-19 04:23:48 | 71.88 | 97% |
| 1292 | 2018-05-01 02:50:02 | 62.89 | 96% |
| 336 | 2018-04-04 01:14:07 | 44.90 | 95% |