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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1357 | 2017-06-12 17:28:47 | 93.51 | 97% |
49 | 2017-03-01 03:22:42 | 102.93 | 98% |