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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1450 | 2017-06-12 02:58:36 | 55.74 | 94% |
1192 | 2017-05-16 16:22:21 | 59.89 | 90% |