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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213 | 2013-03-02 14:20:36 | 103.82 | 91% |
11 | 2013-02-02 02:05:10 | 98.12 | 89% |