Many rivers to cross but I can't seem to find my way over. Wandering, I am lost as I travel along the white cliffs of Dover. Many rivers to cross and it's only my will that keeps me alive. I've been licked, washed up for years, and I merely survive because of my pride.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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548 | 2021-10-12 12:15:49 | 76.54 | 96% |
432 | 2021-10-11 13:09:34 | 71.75 | 95% |