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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185 | 2015-09-08 20:37:08 | 122.50 | 99% |
52 | 2015-01-14 21:36:53 | 110.52 | 98% |