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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6474 | 2020-08-16 14:27:15 | 74.52 | 96% |
4314 | 2020-02-07 04:53:18 | 72.55 | 96% |