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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| 854 | 2021-09-12 08:19:34 | 87.31 | 98% |
| 299 | 2019-08-27 11:07:46 | 70.91 | 96% |