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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1846 | 2022-04-18 16:36:36 | 66.69 | 96% |
268 | 2017-04-17 12:52:15 | 50.79 | 93% |