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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687 | 2012-12-24 09:22:33 | 50.82 | 90% |
559 | 2012-09-18 12:23:50 | 61.14 | 94% |