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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| 1828 | 2020-06-12 13:24:19 | 70.08 | 96% |
| 169 | 2018-04-16 03:38:31 | 60.30 | 97% |
| 44 | 2018-04-11 05:05:23 | 50.42 | 96% |