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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700 | 2013-06-04 06:54:48 | 122.60 | 93% |
589 | 2013-05-13 03:58:27 | 117.04 | 95% |
560 | 2013-05-13 02:25:25 | 110.43 | 92% |