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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| 5331 | 2021-02-25 17:53:53 | 78.62 | 97% |
| 430 | 2019-02-12 18:30:35 | 65.92 | 97% |
| 88 | 2018-08-19 17:55:39 | 54.10 | 96% |