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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404 | 2016-03-01 06:36:44 | 131.85 | 100% |
389 | 2014-06-08 00:15:15 | 103.04 | 99% |