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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| 11241 | 2021-10-08 15:46:37 | 88.81 | 97% |
| 6843 | 2021-02-01 16:15:27 | 96.99 | 99% |
| 6641 | 2021-01-15 13:39:36 | 91.17 | 98% |