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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344 | 2015-11-02 06:30:52 | 100.68 | 96% |
250 | 2014-02-20 11:43:40 | 98.14 | 97% |