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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4087 | 2021-06-06 07:07:46 | 105.68 | 97% |
3817 | 2021-05-21 17:51:53 | 98.71 | 96% |