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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9214 | 2022-01-08 04:57:19 | 87.82 | 97% |
5129 | 2021-04-22 15:23:03 | 75.15 | 97% |
3045 | 2021-01-27 21:05:24 | 67.44 | 95.9% |