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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1348 | 2021-07-07 13:46:31 | 79.22 | 97% |
1117 | 2021-05-21 07:27:34 | 80.37 | 96% |