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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795 | 2017-06-14 18:19:39 | 52.96 | 98% |
37 | 2017-02-03 11:48:26 | 37.97 | 96% |