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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| 17865 | 2025-06-12 20:09:03 | 72.76 | 96% |
| 11742 | 2025-03-31 20:20:20 | 70.93 | 96% |