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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| 229 | 2017-03-19 12:01:01 | 62.46 | 80% |
| 28 | 2017-03-17 19:40:19 | 68.11 | 87% |