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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1185 | 2016-12-01 18:01:35 | 114.96 | 97% |
330 | 2016-09-21 15:18:09 | 105.64 | 94% |