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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| 739 | 2023-07-03 10:11:56 | 43.57 | 96% |
| 336 | 2021-12-23 04:47:54 | 36.48 | 96% |