Text race history for Leigh (leightm)

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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
1450 2017-06-12 02:58:36 55.74 94%
1192 2017-05-16 16:22:21 59.89 90%