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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10648 | 2023-07-19 18:40:51 | 198.62 | 99% |
9628 | 2023-03-22 23:19:58 | 177.01 | 98% |
5298 | 2022-03-16 15:53:19 | 169.14 | 98% |