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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| 7291 | 2023-08-04 19:43:22 | 125.94 | 97.3% |
| 21 | 2018-12-02 09:16:27 | 71.49 | 95% |