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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742 | 2017-01-21 08:02:15 | 138.77 | 96% |
4 | 2014-11-10 09:37:46 | 92.56 | 91% |