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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1108 | 2016-11-20 02:58:53 | 49.69 | 92% |
564 | 2016-10-29 06:02:49 | 49.72 | 94% |