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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435 | 2017-04-18 18:30:51 | 120.61 | 93% |
360 | 2015-11-28 04:09:50 | 123.83 | 96% |
12 | 2014-09-16 18:11:13 | 108.12 | 92% |