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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| 2154 | 2021-04-17 04:49:53 | 77.96 | 97% |
| 678 | 2018-03-02 02:49:34 | 78.53 | 98% |