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 |
---|---|---|---|
3621 | 2017-03-09 04:16:13 | 78.74 | 93% |
3617 | 2017-03-09 04:09:33 | 74.58 | 93% |
3088 | 2017-01-18 18:11:17 | 74.19 | 96% |