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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| 3194 | 2021-03-30 05:24:04 | 123.26 | 98% |
| 497 | 2018-12-09 05:54:59 | 93.50 | 96% |