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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1267 | 2017-02-07 11:21:09 | 106.71 | 96% |
944 | 2009-06-22 01:02:41 | 85.17 |