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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826 | 2021-03-01 17:31:26 | 49.12 | 99% |
83 | 2021-02-02 16:37:52 | 37.36 | 97.7% |