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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1314 | 2020-05-21 12:16:39 | 99.69 | 98% |
80 | 2020-04-07 18:37:21 | 84.49 | 98% |