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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4800 | 2018-09-22 00:47:07 | 59.04 | 95% |
4461 | 2018-09-09 13:02:25 | 62.26 | 97% |