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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1677 | 2016-11-26 14:21:41 | 65.68 | 97% |
865 | 2016-11-04 23:39:51 | 64.15 | 95% |