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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181 | 2015-08-22 05:29:43 | 123.51 | 96% |
38 | 2013-10-29 18:19:22 | 103.09 | 92% |