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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1940 | 2022-05-27 03:38:21 | 75.85 | 98% |
1763 | 2022-03-29 15:04:34 | 73.60 | 98% |