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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905 | 2021-01-21 12:14:11 | 45.38 | 95% |
19 | 2021-01-03 12:52:43 | 32.31 | 93% |