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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2111 | 2018-06-27 16:41:56 | 37.45 | 96% |
1592 | 2018-06-13 17:48:33 | 38.74 | 97% |