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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898 | 2017-07-02 07:02:44 | 114.38 | 99% |
663 | 2017-01-14 11:40:32 | 105.82 | 94% |