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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1981 | 2023-01-11 14:25:55 | 60.12 | 95% |
1306 | 2022-12-07 11:49:37 | 62.57 | 96% |