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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813 | 2015-01-28 17:22:54 | 96.61 | 94% |
460 | 2014-08-10 12:11:55 | 86.47 | 92% |