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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| 4654 | 2022-02-08 16:45:56 | 74.68 | 96% |
| 2181 | 2020-11-08 16:17:52 | 62.47 | 97% |