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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1724 | 2020-04-21 20:36:37 | 74.85 | 97% |
1240 | 2020-04-16 20:16:25 | 72.72 | 95% |