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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346 | 2016-02-07 07:37:16 | 90.24 | 98% |
119 | 2015-10-12 05:55:32 | 40.41 | 94% |