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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221 | 2012-02-09 00:23:24 | 162.59 | 100% |
154 | 2012-02-07 00:25:33 | 149.13 | 100% |