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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1123 | 2020-10-16 09:01:25 | 72.34 | 96% |
56 | 2013-02-09 10:24:52 | 37.70 | 86% |