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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1455 | 2020-11-28 06:13:32 | 78.80 | 98% |
658 | 2020-09-08 12:22:33 | 75.86 | 97% |