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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| 1118 | 2022-03-23 12:45:26 | 38.97 | 97% |
| 382 | 2021-12-12 19:09:12 | 40.25 | 96% |