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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849 | 2016-02-20 19:28:55 | 135.51 | 99% |
277 | 2015-12-12 16:15:37 | 106.06 | 91% |