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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1528 | 2018-03-21 13:17:46 | 57.12 | 98% |
1449 | 2018-03-20 08:55:45 | 46.83 | 96% |
126 | 2018-02-13 12:23:01 | 36.40 | 96% |