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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1047 | 2014-05-02 18:00:36 | 59.62 | 90% |
756 | 2014-04-24 22:48:50 | 60.13 | 93% |