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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917 | 2016-04-19 08:08:43 | 53.15 | 87% |
356 | 2015-12-11 04:20:57 | 51.59 | 90% |