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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1600 | 2022-08-05 05:16:05 | 102.06 | 97% |
1143 | 2022-07-24 18:59:50 | 93.84 | 96% |