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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386 | 2016-06-03 15:36:47 | 121.38 | 94% |
174 | 2013-03-13 21:35:24 | 97.70 | 89% |