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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575 | 2020-11-01 14:27:07 | 124.96 | 98% |
341 | 2020-10-02 22:12:40 | 115.25 | 98% |