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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1298 | 2021-01-21 08:36:35 | 86.61 | 97% |
760 | 2021-01-09 22:14:12 | 86.90 | 98% |