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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599 | 2015-07-27 16:26:15 | 66.52 | 93% |
415 | 2015-07-21 14:50:08 | 66.52 | 93% |
194 | 2015-07-16 16:02:52 | 62.47 | 92% |