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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1975 | 2021-07-05 08:53:36 | 179.39 | 99% |
689 | 2021-06-24 09:33:14 | 180.37 | 99% |