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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3576 | 2020-01-24 01:46:52 | 116.19 | 97% |
2912 | 2020-01-09 05:59:40 | 143.96 | 99% |