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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2269 | 2021-03-03 18:42:25 | 66.64 | 96.7% |
1685 | 2021-02-18 03:58:48 | 62.12 | 97.6% |