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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| 1374 | 2021-08-03 04:03:42 | 64.94 | 95% |
| 1170 | 2021-01-13 02:17:09 | 62.80 | 96% |
| 34 | 2020-09-22 23:11:39 | 56.22 | 96% |