Text race history for pol (poooool)

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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
1410 2020-04-25 12:18:48 80.92 95%
1080 2020-04-21 08:16:42 81.66 97%