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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1289 | 2015-12-31 05:16:01 | 56.96 | 91% |
1255 | 2015-12-30 04:31:21 | 54.43 | 87% |