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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| 713 | 2022-12-17 10:56:00 | 137.08 | 99% |
| 249 | 2022-11-23 19:11:19 | 112.97 | 96% |