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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465 | 2015-01-16 18:17:09 | 142.13 | 96% |
431 | 2015-01-06 17:34:00 | 129.62 | 94% |
241 | 2014-08-20 16:56:10 | 118.72 | 94% |