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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297 | 2014-02-14 06:33:46 | 59.37 | 92% |
131 | 2013-07-02 08:56:23 | 53.00 | 94% |