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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| 3199 | 2021-05-18 13:03:46 | 83.30 | 98% |
| 1155 | 2021-05-08 06:01:20 | 71.04 | 97% |