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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1788 | 2020-06-21 12:38:08 | 77.20 | 98% |
857 | 2016-02-12 22:59:55 | 45.22 | 92% |