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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1349 | 2016-12-14 03:01:15 | 87.63 | 95% |
1203 | 2016-10-29 15:45:12 | 80.31 | 96% |
567 | 2014-02-15 03:08:45 | 76.95 | 95% |