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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176 | 2015-12-08 13:43:34 | 88.68 | 96% |
132 | 2015-10-22 13:45:56 | 91.81 | 97% |