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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1388 | 2016-03-01 16:36:20 | 87.19 | 90% |
1149 | 2016-01-08 02:38:46 | 91.17 | 89% |