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 |
---|---|---|---|
1919 | 2022-06-03 23:39:27 | 73.16 | 98% |
1096 | 2022-05-22 19:34:19 | 58.01 | 95% |