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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| 2893 | 2021-10-25 06:17:02 | 69.02 | 97% |
| 857 | 2019-02-19 06:09:06 | 75.98 | 99% |