Text race history for Ben (magic_typer12)

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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
1941 2023-03-31 06:21:25 44.31 97%
1690 2023-02-27 04:58:47 45.65 96%
573 2022-11-30 02:22:59 30.16 95%
65 2022-09-29 05:02:53 35.85 97%