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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2261 | 2017-04-15 10:08:42 | 97.68 | 97% |
93 | 2017-01-22 12:42:22 | 87.71 | 94% |