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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1356 | 2021-02-15 10:07:09 | 67.24 | 95.3% |
465 | 2020-08-04 13:08:06 | 80.70 | 98% |