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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1095 | 2018-10-21 12:45:09 | 102.81 | 98% |
923 | 2018-09-02 03:06:32 | 104.98 | 98% |