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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| 381 | 2021-12-07 13:51:08 | 46.83 | 95% |
| 68 | 2021-03-08 21:38:41 | 39.40 | 95% |