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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2341 | 2018-01-03 23:42:23 | 61.99 | 97% |
1938 | 2017-11-12 17:06:53 | 58.98 | 96% |
479 | 2017-06-02 20:03:47 | 40.04 | 90% |