Text race history for The (pseudotypist)

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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
1348 2021-07-07 13:46:31 79.22 97%
1117 2021-05-21 07:27:34 80.37 96%