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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| 6752 | 2022-09-20 01:28:10 | 80.20 | 96% |
| 537 | 2020-12-28 12:13:30 | 57.53 | 95% |