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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235 | 2017-02-09 11:13:05 | 111.73 | 86% |
93 | 2010-03-27 21:17:49 | 121.85 |