Text race history for Mitchell (spastow)

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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
176 2020-06-26 02:35:15 98.96 97%