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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517 | 2016-12-14 03:01:21 | 75.66 | 95% |
90 | 2015-12-04 23:39:44 | 78.82 | 96% |