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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1272 | 2017-04-13 09:57:17 | 77.79 | 97% |
207 | 2016-01-21 19:49:22 | 61.39 | 94% |