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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807 | 2015-05-02 00:24:43 | 123.77 | 100% |
407 | 2014-01-01 10:11:43 | 95.37 | 96% |