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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851 | 2021-10-27 21:07:57 | 80.01 | 97% |
466 | 2021-10-23 15:01:23 | 68.92 | 96% |