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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1225 | 2022-06-01 15:02:36 | 78.30 | 97% |
242 | 2021-11-02 07:41:19 | 48.61 | 96% |