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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364 | 2017-03-18 18:17:57 | 67.86 | 97% |
226 | 2017-03-10 16:19:07 | 54.21 | 91% |