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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1615 | 2022-11-12 05:49:42 | 78.77 | 96% |
357 | 2022-06-30 20:16:03 | 63.58 | 97% |