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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| 1216 | 2017-11-20 01:52:47 | 56.72 | 95% |
| 529 | 2017-06-15 06:45:45 | 62.10 | 97% |
| 3 | 2017-02-04 19:39:05 | 32.50 | 87% |