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 |
---|---|---|---|
2043 | 2015-04-09 10:13:53 | 52.55 | 86% |
1973 | 2015-04-04 04:57:04 | 43.71 | 85% |
278 | 2014-08-08 21:08:33 | 49.35 | 93% |