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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| 7619 | 2023-02-22 14:23:24 | 77.73 | 98% |
| 29 | 2018-06-24 12:47:52 | 59.38 | 96% |