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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1766 | 2015-03-21 03:11:50 | 51.05 | 84% |
1258 | 2014-07-17 11:52:56 | 51.15 | 88% |
399 | 2013-09-05 11:29:42 | 44.91 | 99% |