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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4879 | 2020-04-18 21:51:50 | 93.16 | 97% |
3812 | 2019-09-05 19:43:20 | 95.40 | 98% |