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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760 | 2016-01-12 23:57:14 | 131.94 | 99% |
144 | 2015-12-13 22:18:19 | 144.66 | 100% |