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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1409 | 2022-01-20 10:17:06 | 45.10 | 96% |
1193 | 2021-11-23 10:25:23 | 42.69 | 97% |