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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803 | 2015-08-14 04:54:14 | 56.77 | 94% |
760 | 2015-08-07 04:54:28 | 64.40 | 96% |