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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3810 | 2017-01-26 16:30:51 | 167.08 | 96% |
3645 | 2017-01-22 11:26:21 | 159.33 | 95% |