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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921 | 2015-10-12 17:37:25 | 63.20 | 87% |
654 | 2015-10-07 01:19:21 | 70.54 | 91% |