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typeracer

Pit Stop
Racer (poem)
Race Number 92635
Date Fri, 21 Aug 2020 20:45:31
Speed 128 WPM Try to beat?
Accuracy 97.9%
Rank 1st place (out of 5)
Opponents potatowned (2nd place) semilin (5th place) thaboggla (4th place)

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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.
Leaves of Grass (book) by Walt Whitman (see stats)

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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.
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  2. me,
  3. reach'd
  4. till
  5. reach'd