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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| 2645 | 2024-06-19 11:58:59 | 82.38 | 96.3% |
| 127 | 2023-03-05 13:06:36 | 73.87 | 95% |