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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4166 | 2018-08-31 10:08:39 | 76.65 | 98% |
3572 | 2018-08-18 05:10:24 | 74.63 | 100% |